Damien watched me work with rapturous interest, following my hands from the wipes to the diapers and then watched as I fumbled to try and figure out how best to get the diaper under him. He surprised me once again when, without any instruction, put his feet up on the edge of the bed and lifted his bottom into the air. I was able to position the Pamper under him before he lowered himself back down.
When I reached for the cream again, he raised up again so that I could get it applied adequately to his bottom. I applied a generous amount of the cream to two of my fingers and slid my fingers between his butt cheeks and he sucked in his breath again.
“Sorry,” I said, but continued to work the cream into his crack and then my middle finger touched his boy hole. His body convulsed and I found it amusing so I did it again. When he responded to the second touch, something in me told me to keep doing it. Damien began to arch his back and was breathing heavy. A little voice inside my head told me to push my finger into his boy hole, but that thought disturbed me so I withdrew my hand.
I had to use a second baby-wipe to clean my hand so that I could get him powdered and taped into the diaper. I was ready to apply the powder when his bottom opened up once again and sprayed a brown watery liquid all over the diaper, bedspread and worst of all, ME!
My first reaction was one of disgust, but then I saw the look on Damien’s face and started to giggle. My giggles quickly turned into laughter which eased his fears and got him to giggle too.
“Well I guess we both need to get washed up this time!” I said.
Using the bedspread this time I wrapped him up in it and carried him, the towel and the newly soiled diaper to the tub. I was reaching for the faucet when he said, “No you got to get in too!”
I looked at him queerly and said, “I can’t take a bath with you, I’m too big for that!”
“My dad does!” was his comeback.
Three or four seconds of thought was all I needed to make up my mind and to begin stripping off my clothes. Damien had gone all quiet and was watching me keenly again. When my pants came down, he began to breathe heavily once more. It wasn’t until I was removing the bedspread, towel and diaper from the tub that I saw that he was sexually aroused. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help but stare at his tiny little penis standing straight out from his body with his little bean bag shrunken tightly beneath it.
I was suddenly nervous and very apprehensive about all that I had been doing to Damien. Panic was racing through my mind and I just wanted to run out of the bathroom, which is exactly what I did. I quickly gathered up my clothing and cried them, the bedspread and the towel down to the basement where I dropped them on the floor.
I was leaning against the washer, trying to get my head cleared up when from behind me, I heard someone on the steps. I turned and saw Damien frowning and looking down at me.
“Max?” he said and I could tell that having run off the way I did had upset him.
That voice in my head began talking to me again, telling me that everything had been going better than I could have ever hoped for it too and that now was not the time to chicken out.
Damien spoke my name again, only this time, he said it slower and he sounded as if he was going to start crying again, “Maaaax?”
When I didn’t respond, he asked, “Are you sick now too Max?”
I couldn’t believe this kid. For two days, he had made me believe he was Satan’s span, but today, from the moment he showed up at my house wanting me to come out and play, he was being… well-being a normal, lonely little kid.
“Max, are you mad at me ’cause I pooped on you?” he asked and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. I don’t know why I laughed because it wasn’t even funny.
With a deep sigh, I pushed off from the washer and headed up the steps and followed Damien all the way to the upstairs bathroom where the two of us took a bath together.
We played around in the tub using our hands to make water spots. Damien even showed me how to blow soap bubbles using just our hands. Actually that was pretty clever. But then Damien quickly jumped out of the tub, splashing water everywhere and sat down on the toilet. I actually felt bad when he groaned and his bottom exploded again.
While he finished, I got out of the tub and dried myself off. He was about to get off the toilet when he exploded again and looked as though he might start to cry.
“Max?” he said softly.
“Uh-huh?” I answered.
“I’m sorry I pooped on you before.” He said and laughed.
I tried not to but I laughed too.
“Hey, let’s get you back in the tub, get your bottom washed and then we’ll get you ready to go back downstairs to watch some more Simpson’s.”
This time, I didn’t waste any time at all getting a diaper taped onto him and when I was finished, I had to help him stand up. He went over to the bedroom door, pushed it closed and looked at himself in the full length mirror.
“Wow!” was his only remark.
“You ready to go downstairs now?” I asked.
He looked at me standing before him, wearing only my smile. “We aren’t wearing any clothes!” he said with a peculiar grin.
I looked down at myself and said, “Well, I didn’t bring a change of clothes and it’s probably better if you don’t put on another pair of pajamas in case you need to have that diaper changed.”
“Hey I got an idea! You can wear my grandpa’s robe!” he said and threw open the door.
“Wait, Damien!” I called but it was too late, he was across the hall and in his grandparents’ bedroom already.
I had only made it to the door of his room when he reemerged holding a red crushed velvet rob.
“Here you go!” he said, handing it to me.
I pulled it on and it hung on me like some sort of royal Jedi robes and it even had a big hood on it. I pulled it up over my head and tied the belt around my waist.
“Wow, you look like you should be in a Harry Potter movie!” Damien said with a chuckle.
“Think I could play Voldemort in this?” I asked and then pointed a finger at him, “Kill the spare! Kill the spare!”
